This clip is meant to be looped. Once you press play, you are to do so over... and over again. My glistening, sweaty soles. You wish you could learn their aroma. Feel the sensation of them pressed against your face. The texture of my wrinkles. But you simply. can't. Your only option is to use your imagination. To press your face and tongue against your monitor and deeply inhale. Trying to grasp merely a taste of what could be, hopelessly. The more you do this, and the longer you edge while doing so the more your mind will begin playing tricks on you. Feeling as though my soles truly are the...

This clip is meant to be looped. Once you press play, you are to do so over... and over again. My glistening, sweaty soles. You wish you could learn their aroma. Feel the sensation of them pressed against your face. The texture of my wrinkles. But you simply. can't. Your only option is to use your imagination. To press your face and tongue against your monitor and deeply inhale. Trying to grasp merely a taste of what could be, hopelessly. The more you do this, and the longer you edge while doing so the more your mind will begin playing tricks on you. Feeling as though my soles truly are there covering your face. Can you feel the sweat? Can you begin to smell them, as the hours tick on? You can, can't you gooner? Transformed into a drooling, panting mess as you lose yourself in my wiggling, lavender toes.